GrojLeaf
Chapter 1
Try as you may
reach into me
read my thoughts
see my emotions
let me be me
some things are just for my eyes
yet you continued with your reach
nearly drove me over the edge
barely made it out alive
barely barely barely
these words repeat as i walk away
as a hole in my chest will remain forevermore
Corey's POV
I'm walking home from school drama, nothing more but home drama.
As I open the door and lock it, I hear my excuse of a sister in her bedroom.
"Why did Nick Malory DUMP ME!?" Trina yelled
It was so loud I heard it through the door.
"I know JUST who to take it out on!" Trina said
Her door swung open, her eyes were wide, and smoke was visible from her ears. She walked down the steps. I pretended that I didn't see her and tossed my bag on the couch. I reached under the coffee tabel to get my CD player, but Trina slapped it out of my hands. It hit the floor, and it snapped apart.
The CD that was in it snapped in two.
I never get angry, but this is one time I will.
I struggled to form words.
"What are you gonna do huh?" Trina said
She got up in my face.
"Three words. I. HATE. YOU!" Trina said
She slapped me and shoved me towards the stage. I stumbled and my back hit the edge. I think my back is now out of place.
As I got up, Trina punched me and gave my left eye a shiner.
Trina walked up to her room, her rage over.
I crawled across the floor reaching for my broken things. When I held the two in my hands, my head hit the floor, and I started sobbing.
I tried to get up with support of the couch.
When I got to my feet, I tried walking to the steps, but I collapsed on the couch. Everything went black after that.
A few hours later, I finally came to. I felt my eye, which was still swollen. I bet my back is now bruised by now.
Once again, I tried getting up, and I was finally able to be stable on my feet. I looked outside, it was dusk. When I took a look at myself, I realized my shirt and beanie were off. I felt something smooth on my back, some kind of residue. Someone put a cream or something on my back. I searched for my shirt, it was folded up on the coffee tabel. The CD player was fixed too, and the CD was replaced. I tried not to think about it as I tried putting my shirt back on. It was still a bit painful.
"Wait! Let me help you with that." A voice behind me said
I turned to see Carrie. Of all people, why in the world would SHE care about my well-being?
She helped me slip my shirt back on.
"...Not to sound like an idiot, but why are you here? You hate me." I said
"There's pure hate, and there's playful hate." Carrie said
"That doesn't explain why you're here." I said
"I may rip on your group, but I don't hate other people. I was walking home from after school stuff, and I saw you collapse. I rushed over to see what was wrong." Carrie said
"That explains this stuff on my back. Hey, can you help me walk up the steps before you go?" I asked
"Why wouldn't I?" Carrie said
Carrie supported me as I walked up the steps. I thanked her as we got to the top.
"I'm good from here. Thank you." I said
"You're more than welcome." Carrie said
I slowly walked to my bedroom, and shut the door. I didn't care about changing, I just plopped onto my bed.
'Please let tomorrow be better.' I thought